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ARIANA'S POV.
I turned the steaming potatoes in the pot. With a mix of vegetables, pepper, pieces of tuna, and lamb, and more ingredients whose names I'd forgotten as soon as Luke told me; I sighed.
Sweat rose upon my brow, and Luke took a napkin, wiping my shiny face.
"Does it look like it now?" I asked, with another sigh.
"Well, it does."
"It does?" I asked, turning to him with a bright smile. Luke said his mother had made him potato with a mix of ingredients, and he'd enjoyed it with his childhood.
"It just doesn't smell like it." He said, with a smile, and my own smile disappeared. I turned back to the meal, and exhaustion clouded me. My hand went weak on the spoon.
"But hey, I'll still love it. It already smells and looks delicious." He said, trying to cheer me up.
"I wanted to recreate the exact meal. Take you back to childhood."
